He didn't last.
He was perfect all the way up until the moment that he wasn't.
But he tried.
And I'll always love him for that.
YOU ARE READING
It Happened Next Winter
PoetryThree times a charm but we're not about that around here, so here's book four.
Words for a love that's done
He didn't last.
He was perfect all the way up until the moment that he wasn't.
But he tried.
And I'll always love him for that.